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"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

The gunshots from the Huangxiakou Fortress gradually became denser.

More and more Tartar archers, because they were unable to withstand the severe cold and hunger, had to risk their lives to retreat. However, on the walls of the fortress, the white-clothed snipers were staring at them. As long as the figure of the Tartar appeared, it would inevitably attract the sniper's shooting. Often, with one shot, the Tartar's body would fall down.

Amid the intermittent gunfire, Lin Youde came down from the city wall and went to the cafeteria to have a meal. The gunfire outside never stopped, but in the cafeteria, the officers and soldiers were eating with relish, as if they were not concerned about the battle outside. For them, they had long been used to such scenes. If they needed it, their superiors would order them to reinforce. If there was no order, it means that the Tartars' attack was actually not very fierce. Just eat with peace of mind.

The food of the White Army has always been full of white rice and white flour, and meat. Rice, steamed buns, stewed meat, etc. are all made from large wooden barrels. You can eat as much as you can, without a fixed amount. No matter how large your amount is, you can eat full. Of course, it is impossible to taste good. The conditions are limited. All the food is cooked and qualified. Lin Youde likes to make some barbecue by himself, just to improve the taste.

After dinner, night basically fell. Lin Youde came out of the cafeteria and found that the gunshots had basically stopped. Judging from his experience, it was probably that the Tartars had been wiped out. Or even the remaining Tartars were frightened and would never dare to run away again. Sure enough, when he came up to the city wall again, holding a thousand-mile mirror, searching and observing around, no one had found the living Tartars.

In the distance of Qianlijing's sight, there were dozens of Tartar corpses in a row. They should have been killed by the snipers of the White Army during the escape. As for whether there were still living Tartars lurking behind the obstacles, Lin Youde couldn't guarantee that there were. He probably had them. He just didn't know if they could survive this cold winter night. Perhaps by tomorrow morning, they were no longer breathing and their bodies knew how to be hard.

By the way, it is getting harder to bear the winter night now. For several nights, the barracks of the White Army had to make a brazier to keep warm before they could barely fall asleep. Before, Lin Youde himself felt it was troublesome and did not want to make a fire so he covered two quilts. But he still felt cold and couldn't sleep at all. Finally, he was forced to sleep with a few team leaders, and a big brazier was built in the room to keep warm. He had to admit that the winter was getting colder and colder. I guess he would have to prepare another big brazier tonight.

Lin Youde remembered that when the chairman spoke last time, he seemed to have heard of a Little Ice Age. It was said that after the Little Ice Age, the climate would become colder and drier, so everyone should prepare early. Unfortunately, Lin Youde really couldn't understand such professional terms. Fortunately, it didn't matter if he didn't understand, but the people from the Logistics Department would understand it. If there were no large amount of coal balls sent by the Logistics Department with mules and horses, Lin Youde would probably be in trouble at night.

The night fell soon. The surroundings of the Huangxiakou Fortress were pitch black, and it was a little bit like you could not see your fingers. Such a winter night was really hard to bear. It was cold, dark, Jimo. There were no stars, no moon, only dark clouds, as if it would snow at any time. But it never fell. The thick clouds seemed to be pressing on everyone's head, making all the white-clothed soldiers, including the Tatars, feel very depressed.

“Put one here.”

"Put one over there."

As night fell, the team leader responsible for the combat duty was busy in an orderly manner. The first thing he had to do was to command the soldiers to place the braziers one by one. The placement of the braziers should illuminate every corner as much as possible and leave no blind spots as possible. The purpose of this was of course to prevent anyone from sneak attacking the fortress.

At night, it was the most active time for the Tartars. In the past, the Tartars often launched sneak attacks at night, trying to cause some trouble to the White-Clothed Army. It would be even better if they could consume some of the living power of the defenders. Because the White-Clothed Army's guns require visibility. Of course, visibility at night is not as good as during the day.

This leads to the lethality of the musket, which is far less than that of the day. In this way, the Tartars feel that they have an opportunity to take advantage of it.

Fortunately, the White Army was not stupid. He had prepared a lot of rosin on the fortress's head. After these rosin were lit, they were placed on battlements or thrown under the city wall. After the rosin was lit, the flames were still very bright. At the same time, in addition to the rosin, there were also a large number of torches soaked in tung oil, and the brightness of the flames was also guaranteed. Sometimes, the White Army also threw the lit rosin on the ground in front of the fortress to increase the illumination.

Under such circumstances, it is not easy for the Tartar archers to attack at night. What the Tartars can do is actually harassment, trying to make the gunshots sound from time to time, causing other white-clothed soldiers to rest effectively. The commander of the Tartars felt that after a long time, the White-clothed Army could not hold on. Unfortunately, things went against their wishes. The White-clothed Army defenders had five squads, and everyone took turns to garrison. Each squad only needed to be on duty for up to three hours a day. The rest of the time was free. Therefore, the rest time could be fully guaranteed.

Later, it was probably the commander of the Tartars. He felt that the sneak attack at night was not only unable to achieve the goal of dragging down the defenders, but instead made him pay a lot of money. It was a bit unworthy of the gains and slowly stopped the activity. Lin Youde clearly remembered that there should be eight days when the Tartars did not launch the night battle. However, tonight, there was an exception.

From the time when night fell, there was a slight sound of the Tartars moving. Experienced white-clothed soldiers knew that the Tartars were going to launch a night battle. Sure enough, not long after, sporadic Tartars appeared. They tiptoed and quietly entered the range of Sun and Moon Rao like ghosts.

"Bang!"

"Bang"

Scattered gunfires began to sound again.

For any Tartars who tried to get up, there was only one counterattack between them, that was, to fight back without hesitation until they were killed. Although the night helped the Tatars to a certain extent, under the illumination of various firelights, the Tartars who tried to rush up still fell under the impact of the Minnie bomb.

However, the Tartars in front fell, and the Tartars behind continued to pour in. More and more Tartars entered the battlefield, and at the peak, there were more than 500 people. From this, it is inferred that the Tartars should have high hopes for tonight's night battle. In fact, the Tartars who participated in the war were much more cunning than the Tartars before. It is estimated that after the defeat of the battle, the Tartars carefully summarized their combat experience and made a comeback again.

Those Tartars were either hidden behind stones or hidden behind wood, and would not easily expose their bodies and give white-clothed snipers a chance to shoot. However, while hiding, they also tried to approach the front in a variety of ways. Some Tartars even pushed the whole broken wood and moved forward step by step, but their bodies were always hidden behind the broken wood. Other Tartars pushed their companions' corpses forward. Minnie bombs could only hit the companions' corpses, but had no effect on the Tartars behind the corpses.

Although the snipers of the White Army performed extremely high levels, they could only kill some of the Tartars, and did not stop all of them from moving forward. Due to the large number of Tartars at the same time, the snipers of the White Army had some problems in selecting targets. Sometimes some targets were missed, and sometimes several snipers aimed at the same target. Some snipers with inexperienced were even a little impatient.

"The fifth team of life, the third team comes up to reinforce!"

Lin Youde quickly issued an order. So many Tartars entered the battlefield and relying on a small team alone would not stop them from getting closer. They had to mobilize reinforcements. Do you think that only you have reinforcements? I also have them. Are there many Tartars of 500? Even if five thousand Tartars come up together, I will not be afraid of you! Don’t forget that there are cannons in my hand. If you are not satisfied, I will give you more than a dozen shotguns to try.

Soon, two teams of Eagle Cavalry scattered soldiers came up and joined the battlefield. Their arrival greatly strengthened the firepower of the White Army. The anxious snipers also restored their leisurely expressions. They also returned to normal in the selection of targets. Any Tartars who dared to expose their bodies would be killed without exception. In this way, the Tartars' offensive momentum was immediately curbed.

They are still quite a distance away from the fortress's walls.

However, the Tartars, who suffered a head-on attack, had no intention of retreating at all. When the people in front died, they kept sending people to supplement them from the back. Lin Youde observed from the Qianli Mile Mile, it seemed that the number of Tartars reinforced from the back was more and more than the number of Tartars that were beaten to death. In other words, the number of Tartars was fighting more and more. From this, it was inferred that the Tartar commander hidden behind was preparing to give the white-clothed army a little color.

Lin Youde listened to the increasingly dense gunfire, holding the Qianli Mile Mile and carefully observed the movements of the Tartars, and his brows began to frown slowly. The Tartars tonight were indeed a bit abnormal. Their attack was so desperate, completely ignoring their own casualties! Could it be that they tried to take down the Huangxiakou Fortress in one fell swoop through night battles? Isn’t this too much to take me, the commander, seriously?
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